Whoever loves, becomes humble. Those who love, have so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism. - Sigmund Freud
Thursday, March 12, 2009
A Rose
so soft,so smooth,
so delicate yet so cheering to anyone,
who stands to admire.
The essence of life,shining in it.
Not for long will it live.
But worthwhile is its presence to everyone abide.
The fragrance so touching to the soul.
A significance of a love;
The variety it is,
red,black,pink,yellow,white.
so pure,so fragile,so beautiful but
with thorns along side.
The dew drops,the scent,
overwhelming the senses clouding the thoughts,the thought.
life so short,its a rose that brings essence to my life.
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As simple and sweet it can be... :)
ReplyDeleteIt's the simplicity of this that's become its beauty... like the rose itself.
ReplyDeleteWell written...